Ibiza Summer [antikvár]

4^Mpfer 11-1,VTe'I Elle red, oh yeah, definitely the red. What do you reckon, Ellie?' Narinda was holding one of Ellie's favourite dresses up against me for size, her head cocked to one side thoughtfully. For a nanosecond I dared entertain the idea that she might let me borrow it, but I wasn't holding out much hope. Ellie referred to this particular dress as her 'IT' dress and would almost certainly want to wear it herself, what with tonight being special and all. Besides, I'd been coveting it for months back home and she'd never even let me so much as look at it, let alone try it on. The fact that she wasn't already throwing a fit suggested she was only playing ball so as not to look like a right mean cow in front of her mates.'OK, OK,' Ellie sighed as she began to towel dry her hair. 'You can wear it on one condition: don't go within ten feet of anyone holding a cigarette and don't even think about jumping in the pool in it - no matter what anyone else might be seen doing - got it?''That's two conditions,' Narinda pointed out helpfully.'Hey, whose flippin' side are you on?' Ellie snapped back, unable to stifle a grin.I squealed with delight and ran over to hug my sister, who was still a bit damp from the shower she'd just taken.'You're the best!' I said and meant it because I knew' I'1' i' M ^ISi' ' ! i I' i'.iw''' i' <:'